Oh, you made me want you You made me need you You made me tumble and fall But if I can’t have you The way I want you I don’t want you at all. – That’s It, I Quit, I’m Moving On, Sam Cooke Every second I’m with you I get increasingly sick and I stop thinking quick And I act like a dick, like a dick, like a dick And all the money I spend is my money again I’ll understand what is said when I’m out with my friends And at the end of the night Baby, I’m’a gon’ drive ’em home – I Don’t Love You Anymore, Bomb the Music Industry!